Mom~ma Toddson
Wash ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Do I want to let my alumni association know what I'm doing? And, what am I doing? I think that's why I never write them back. Well, that and they're like Angel Martin..."We go back so far, Jimmy. Can you let me have fifty bucks?" And, like Rockford, I never really have it.
Last time I let my alumni association know what I was doing, they totally rewrote my update to be completely untrue when they put it in the newletter, so I'm not doing that anymore. They can look me up on Facebook if they really want to know. Which also doesn't have much information, but I might answer direct questions.
That sounds like Angel Martin, too.
Heh.
Except I won't be wanted by the law AND criminals both from Alumni bullshit(unless I secretly studied with Veronica Mars.)
Lesser Boob-ma for Cash. I hope she saw Twilight first.
Robust thumping heart-ma for Todd's Ma.
Health-ma to your mom, Toddson.
wrod. My mother really couldn't understand why I was freaked by her breast tumor. "Ma, it's a fuckin' tumor...this is the kind of thing people bring up when I'm wigged about nothing. Right?" "Well, they got it all." Sometimes it's hard having been raised by Wonder Woman. She still sort of acts like she had some sort of hormonal splinter removed.
health ma~~~ to your mom, Toddson.